We strode on one, both together
Beneath clouds soaring white
Me and my fair Meriwether
Till waned the morn to night
And then we would look up at the sky
And count the stars, all bright
Up in the canvas, painted high
The canvas of the night

And sweet the breeze would touch her hair
As they would like waves whip
And I would whisper in her ear
And I would kiss her lip
And we would count each evening star
And look at bright the ship
Of maiden moon sailing afar
Once I’d kiss soft her lip

And then we’d rest beneath the bough
Of old a hickory
And rest upon the hill’s green brow
We’ll rest together we
And frolic mid the blossoms, soft
And white as ivory
And run like clouds that glide aloft
In rest, together we

And then we’d leave to our home, warm
Once we strode mid heather
And o’er our heads, came gray a storm
A storm of chill weather
And blew over the peridot land
We walked home, together
Stride by stride and hand in hand
In love, in heart I
And my sweet Meriwether…